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intrusivethot) wrote2018-08-23 08:47 pm
intrusivethot) wrote2018-08-23 08:47 pm
intrusivethot) wrote2018-08-23 08:47 pm
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The tug on his scalp makes him moan around the base of Ren's cock, the surprisingly thrilling sensation pushes him to take it a little too far, until Ren is touching the back of his throat and his nose nuzzles against the black patch of hair. His throat rejects it this time, coughing quickly, and then, after just seconds, he's right back at it. Savant indeed. ]
Mm?
[ He parts his lips even wider to accept the second appendage into his mouth, but it scrapes against his teeth, mind more willing than his jaw. For a moment, he stops, eyes closed until he can take a dew deep breaths in through his nose and relax into it, open up just enough to make sure Ren's praise isn't wasted on him. Cheeks hollowed, he continues as he had before, answering the question of how far with as far as it takes, he'd push himself anywhere if it meant Ren would groan like that again, if he could force more of that filth from his lips.
Filth that he can't let go unanswered, being Yusuke, after all. ]
I do not fellate my paintbrushes.
[ It's worth letting Ren's cock fall out of his mouth to say that, line of spit connecting him to it breaking with the movement it takes to get the words out. His hand wraps around his lover once more, moving with a perverse, squelching ease now that it's been slicked up. But it's not all protest, he doesn't back away one bit, instead dipping deeper to lap at his balls while he strokes and ruts his hips against the not-enough friction of his dearest leader's foot. ]
I tried it with a toy. [ The new arrival welcome bag was free, why reject it? ] I thought of you when I sucked it down. [ He pulls one testicle into his mouth, sucking it gently for a second before letting it go. ] I think of you when I please myself. [ Other side. ] I think of you when I'm with other people.
[ "Other people" being just Akechi, a few hours ago, but still. Anyway. Now that that's clear, back to sucking him off. His hand stays though, twisting and squeezing in tandem with the machinations of his lips and tongue. It looks like he could do this all night and ask for more, like a man possessed, obsessed with seeing Ren squirm in pleasure, hear his voice turn gravelly in his ear. ]
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Holy shit you -
[ Ren moans and moans loud. In his time at Duplicity he's had a pretty wide spectrum of hookups, from the stubborn and secretive to the superficial, and being told that one of his dearest friends considers him first at the center of his sexual desires? Shakes Ren to his core.
One hand shoots out to affix at Yusuke's nape again and while he's gentle, Ren firmly keeps Yusuke in place as he moves to fuck shallowly into him, mindful of his airways but he needs to reward Yusuke for that beautiful piece of honesty that really just made Ren that much harder. ]
Open up, easy. Easy. You thought of me laying back, allowing you to suck me passively? Or did you want me rougher, happy to let me use you?
[ No, you don't get a chance to answer. Ren already knows it's both. Joker's cocksure attitude sings in his blood, air sucked through his teeth because Yusuke feels so good like this. It feels good to make those obscene sounds against his tongue and the imperfect seal of his mouth, it feels good to watch Yusuke's absurdly handsome face while Ren gently fucks it. It feels good to see a long wet gob of spit messily drip off his cock when Ren decides to ease out of Yusuke, still holding Yusuke solidly as he leans down, down, needing to kiss that blessed mouth and bite its bottom lip. ]
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He's whining around Ren's cock and rutting against his foot, smearing it with precome, when his lover's hand grasps his neck and guides him where he wants him. Yusuke's never been one to refuse his guidance, and he's no different today, relaxing his jaw on command and making sure there is a hot, willing tongue ready for him on each and every time he enters, an eager moan of an mmhmm the only answer he can get out. Whether it's an answer to the question (yes to both) or just approval at getting his face fucked (also yes god yes), his enthusiasm is clear. He tried to resist, to hold out for Ren's touch, but he has to start palming himself to relieve the ache, keep the tears of frustrated over-stimulation stinging at his eyelids at bay.
When Ren pulls out, the only thing keeping him from following him like a magnet is the grip on the back of his neck, and he'd fight it if not for the surprise of the kiss. It's happily accepted, but messy, his jaw gone slack as a result of his hard work between Ren's legs. ]
Wasn't finished. [ A gasp, at the nibble on his lip, another thing he's discovering he likes during this impromptu encounter. ] I want to make you come. Please, let me.
[ Let him prove that he's worth the affection, worth the attention, worth the effort. ]
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Ren doesn't care to be a master, despite the structure of this accursed place. Ren kisses him deeply once more, tongue dipping in and discovering the salty taste of precum on Yusuke. Ren hums roughly through the connection, then reaches down to take Yusuke's poor neglected cock in hand,trying to pump him despite the awkward angle and the fact that he's dangerously close to tipping ass over teakettle. ]
And you will. I just wanted to ask you how you wanted it.
[ He assumes this is Yusuke's first time with someone else, besides knowing that they've never personally slept together before. Ren's grip around him is dry, faded calluses from his knifework and gunplay in the Metaverse what seems like ages ago. But he is attentive in pulling Yusuke's cock at an easy pace, tending to the leaking slit and the looser skin around it, trying to spread the moisture. It's a prime opportunity for Ren to catch the breath that Yusuke had stolen from his lungs, even with his dick wet and aching for Yusuke to return in whatever way it can get him.
He breaks the kiss, pupils blown even in this dim light, a punch drunk smile shining for Yusuke. ]
Have you thought about that too? Down your throat, across your face, hand in hand and cock to cock. Maybe I could persuade you to wait for it while I ride you to the finish.
Although~ there is a purity in finishing what you started how you started it.
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Make no mistake that he wants it, bad enough to shift his weight to sit on his launches and rise into the touch for every scrap he can get, keeping the other boy from toppling over and knocking them both to the floor. It's good - as good as it can be at this weird angle - but it's not enough. He'd rather get up and push him down against the bed, finish the job, make him his, but he's struck unaware by the firey filth coming out of his mouth once again. Needs one turn to recover. ]
Not on my face. [ Come on. It's degrading. ] Ah...do you want to ride me?
[ The euphemism tastes dirty in his mouth, like he's making a show of himself peddling smut instead of showing a lover his honest passion. Odd, that he doesn't think the same of Ren when he says such things...maybe it just suits a trickster like him better.
He hadn't planned on going any further than this tonight, but there's a match lit in his belly now, burning hot for every last inch of Ren. Rising to his feet, relieving his legs with a gentle stretch and finally taking those cumbersome tight pants off, Yusuke joins him on the bed. His weight settles right beside Ren before it shifts to lean into him, worshipping hands exploring up his chest, riding up his shirt, while his mouth gets back to work leaving soft, breathy kisses up his neck. ]
I'm yours, if you want that. I'd be just as thrilled to have your taste on my tongue until the sun comes up.
[ It goes without saying that Yusuke's never done it before, but he doesn't wonder about Ren. As long as he's been here, as irresistibly gorgeous as he is, of course he has. He won't worry about who until the heat dies down. ]
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So Ren waits for Yusuke to peel out of his clothes and shamelessly watches the proceedings, languidly stroking himself. It doesn't feel like a lot of time has passed but this short break was probably necessary to let Ren last a bit longer and get to enjoy Yusuke's renewed explorations, laying back with him with his touches and steady passion that still don't amount to half the beauty of the boy himself. His shirt conveniently goes missing as scoots back on the mattress to give them more room, not unlike the evenings and lazy mornings that they've fooled around, internalizing new boundaries. Yusuke really is delectable like this, all miles of pale skin, turning Ren into an artist himself with thoughts of painting that canvas with his own passion.
Ren hums warmly, considering how best to make this memorable for his dear friend while Yusuke makes a shrine of his neck. ]
Til the morning? I'd worry for your jaw and neck, personally. But I know you'd forgive me.
[ Without warning Ren rolls them so the he tightly straddles across Yusuke's lap, hands planted on either side of his head, eyelashes fluttered shut and mouth soft and open as he thrusts slowly, cock alongside cock. Ah, just the perfect edge of good but not good enough, though he sure that if he asked Yusuke wouldn't say no to letting him inside. But he should save some things for later. ]
Is it what you want though? Right now, in this moment, what is your first thought and how can I make that a reality?
[ Ren's encouragement for his friends to make their own choices usually didn't involve getting dicks wet but he'll have to chalk it up to the lesser evils of living in this place. His hand finds Yusuke's cheek once more, Ren opening his eyes to grin in entirely too mooshy a way for this context, but the heart wants what it wants. And what Ren wants is for Yusuke to get everything he deserves. ]
When you got my message you came all the way from across town to kiss me. And with this moment in front of you, I can't wait to see what you do next, Yusuke.
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Good. ]
Ahh!
[ Yusuke gasps, the sudden shift unexpected, but not unwelcome. The idea of getting manhandled like that is another turn-on in a seemingly endless string of things making him absolutely nuts, including but not limited to: Ren's shit-eating grin, Ren's lopsided lover-boy grin, Ren's dark and heavy eyes, his every look and every movement and the way his neck tastes, salty with the sweaty sheen of arousal. Everything about him is perfect to Yusuke, so while as nice as the slow grind of their cocks against each other feels, he's already had more planted in his head, and he wants it. ]
I want to make love to you, and see myself disappear inside you. Want to make you mine.
[ It would be impossible to say such things to anyone else. It would be too vulnerable, too explicit about his real desires, the ones that run deeper than the hot ache in his gut, to the core of who he is. Someone who craves validation, but only from a precious few. ]
I know you have lube in here. Get it.
[ someone can't decide if he wants to be a sub or dom today, clearly. ]
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Ren loves him, how he tries, how he takes everything in stride maybe after an overwhelming moment or ten until he calms down. He loves this feeling when he's at the center of Yusuke's attention, of being elevated to art when he feels he's nothing of the sort. His awkward, patched-together pieces only hold together because of someone like Yusuke, his support becoming the molten gold that solidifies and keeps the pieces of Ren glued together. ]
Pushy.
[ Like Ren doesn't enjoy it though. He knew exactly what Yusuke was doing when his teeth latched on and he sucked hard, and it rings in his ears when he says he wants to make Ren his. Yusuke's possessive streak is broader than he thinks it is - or if it's not possession, then it's that declaration coming all the way back around to the fore.
And his wish is Ren's command, though Ren doesn't go without that wicked grin widening, full of promise. As expected the bedside table has a tidy stock of lubricant and condoms, one square of which Ren comes back to drop on Yusuke's chest and lays down next to him, propped up on one arm. ]
Trust me, it's less messy. [ Don't get the wrong idea.
For his part, Ren squeezes out a generous dollop of clear gel and leaves the rest of the tube between them. The time from squeezing to pushing his fingers inside himself is quick, fueled by Ren's eagerness to please his submissive. All the while Ren buries his face in the crook of Yusuke's graceful neck, the open-mouthed kisses he leaves there erratic, distracted while his focus is on making himself ready for Yusuke. ]
It's been a little while since I've taken it, sorry.
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[ He grins back, a row of teeth surrounded by the deep flush on his face would make a fetching subject if Ren really is feeling like an artist. It's hard not to match that smile and bask in the affection that radiates from it, like a flower blooming in the sun. He's even catching himself - replacing the thoughts that say he doesn't deserve this with new ones that push him to just let it happen, allow the strength of Ren's love to knock him off his feet the way he's fantasized about for months.
So he twirls the packet between his fingers, sighing into the kisses, petals stretching with newfound confidence and taking advantage of Ren's new, more vulnerable position to flip them around. If...his boyfriend (??? The thought drops into his head all of a sudden like a bomb, exploding and clearing all else) is determined to prep himself, he doesn't mind leaning back and watching. Yusuke's attention is glued to it, the lewd, wet act of fingers disappearing inside his hole to stretch it out. He's wondering what it feels like, from from both sides of it. ]
Don't you dare apologize. You put on a marvelous show.
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[ Joker's Metaverse antics appear to only be the start of it.
Underneath Yusuke Ren nonetheless looses none of the mischievous edge endemic to a trickster, that while he doesn't have the time or inclination to tease himself open then teasing Yusuke is still well within his power. His breathing shallows, a thready note in his voice as Ren curls his fingers, thighs parting wide and touching the insides of his artist's legs. Not ready to share himself, not yet, but even Yusuke should know how good it feels to receive a handwrapped gift.
One eye cracks open, then the other, a hazy heat not fully submerging the calculations Ren is making behind the scenes. ]
You're enjoying this, aren't you? You'd rather have hands-on experience but... ah. But you don't just not hate watching, you like it.
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I always love watching you. You've never looked so perfect. [ His hands smooth over Ren's thighs, an action to keep himself grounded, before he winds up so tightly that he pops. ] So handsomely exposed, so full of desire.
[ For me, is the part he doesn't speak, but he's sure that Ren knows. He's had to carry the burden of Yusuke's self-doubt plenty of times, but those thoughts are straying further and further away tonight. It can't be questioned anymore, whether or not Ren really wants him, Yusuke just has to believe it. ]
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I dunno what's handsome about being prepped like a Christmas turkey, stuffing and all, but I'll take it.
[ Please don't try to fuck a turkey.
It isn't as though this wasn't Ren's intent in taking a "learn by watching" approach anyway, and by the time he's relaxed and stretching easily, brow wrinkling from pleasure rather than discomfort, he thinks Good enough and slips his wet fingers out to instead grip the base of his cock.
Looking up at Yusuke, it's hard to grasp why seeing him see Ren this way is so erotic, that maybe a detective may see him with flaws and all but an artist finds nothing but beauty despite or even because Ren is a mess beneath him. Pushing his damp hair back, Ren takes it upon himself to paw for the lube and squeeze out the rest of the contents and coat the condom's
surface, pumping Yusuke's hot erection with cool, rapidly warming slick with some expertise behind the maneuver. ]
Guess there's always a little more desire to be explored, don't you agree?
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[ He says, as if he himself is not getting into position to fuck him in the ass. But the chastising comes gently, with an amused huff, not the usual severe tone he takes with others. He's never been able to talk to Ren that way, even when he can justify it. 'Let me care for your bruises' or 'Are you sure it's safe to have your attempted killer as a roommate?', delivered calm and even, too aware that it was Ren's judgement (and often recklessness) that got them as far as they went, back then.
Right now, too, he's here on top of Ren because of the Joker's own why not offhand remark. There's a gasp where any foolish complaint might be, if he even had one, it would be dulled by the sudden jolt from Ren covering his cock with lube, but more importantly, his hands, finally at a decent angle to feel like something erotic and not a placeholder as before. Yusuke settles over him, the hands that hold most of his meager weight pressing into the mattress on either side of Ren's head. It's achingly beautiful to him, flushed pink and slick with sweat, eyes hazy with want and still looking at him. It's precisely because he looks like such a wreck that Yusuke looks down on him with so much longing, so much warmth, that he just has to spread it all over, kissing his forehead, his cheeks, his neck, interrupted only by his own soft moans at Ren's finesse. His tongue is tracing over that nicely forming bruise when his partner extends the invitation, after which he is silenced by a messy kiss. ]
For you? Much more than a little.
[ He sighs, half dreamily and half a moan into Ren's lips before he gathers the focus he needs to grab hold of his cock and line it up against the ring of muscle that's been stretched for him. Yusuke bites his lip as he nudges against his entrance, not quite breaching it yet. ]
I'm going to push inside you now. If it's too much, tell me.
[ Yusuke...is aware that Ren has experience with this, but he's not sure if he wants to know to what extent, so he hasn't asked. He'd take it slow and carefully either way, he wants it to last just as much as he wants to avoid hurting him. So for the time being, just the tip. ]
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Although that's on the dirty talk. Ren wouldn't want to compete with an actual turkey. He knows how little Yusuke eats and would be a bit worried to actually lose out to poultry.
Not that Ren feels anything except delectable when Yusuke rains kisses down on Ren like this, how even before they fell into bed with one another Yusuke had a (unconscious?) habit of looking at Ren like he's the only person on Earth, the only thing worth beholding. The wonder he saw on Yusuke's face at the Planetarium - the afternoon that Ren had already locked away in his heart can't hold a candle to the lovesick
gaze that pins Ren to the mattress hair as surely as the weight atop him. The lewd slide of Ren's hand on his dick picks up, sorry consolation for how ignored Yusuke's desire has been so far but the scales are about to even out.
A low encouragement is murmured tight against Yusuke, Ren looping his arm around the other boy's overheated neck as he feels the pressure at his entrance trip every bodily alarm that there is to trip. ]
Please.
[ He breathes out, forces himself to relax when that pressure gives. The temptation, then, is to squirm and push himself into Yusuke in pursuit of the lust that had so rapidly bloomed on this unassuming night. But Yusuke -
He deserves better. Ren threads his finger through Yusuke's hair and grips it loosely, giving in to only the instinct to hook one leg together with Yusuke's, knee flush to his taut ass.]
Take your time. I'm okay, please.
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He didn't think he would lose his virginity this way, but this is even better. It's perfect. Ren is warm and patient, nudging him in the right direction while still letting him explore for himself, figuring out what he likes and how their bodies fit together. There's so much more Yusuke wants to do to him, but there will be time for that. What matters now is that airy please, the pressure all around his cock as he pushes it in further, knocking the wind out of him. He only remembers to exhale once he's bottomed out inside of Ren, getting used to the way it feels (fucking incredible), wondering how in the hell he can make his partner feel as elated as he does. ]
You feel amazing, Ren. [ So good he hasn't moved, he's just stationary, balls-deep, burying his face beside Ren's head and kissing his neck, sucking on his earlobe, anything his mouth can reach. ] Like heaven itself.
[ Okay. He has to actually move. Very slowly, to keep his self control, but he starts. ]
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The nature of Duplicity encourages this behavior, and to date he hasn't let anyone outside of his tight, small circle of friends (and frenemies) have the upper hand like this, wild, drugged orgies or no. He could count on one hand the number of people that Ren has allowed inside him, and he could count on two fingers the number of those that he's given complete control to in bed, and Yusuke is one.
So yes, the feel of it still shocks, it still feels so much more immediate than he's used to, which is why Ren holds on for dear life while Yusuke splits him open inch by inch. When his movement stops, Ren breathes out slowly, kisses as dazing as they are a welcome distraction. He's so damn full that he can hardly stand it, reaching down with his tacky hand to jerk himself back to attention, Yusuke's praise coming to him as though from a dream. ]
No, you're - ah, damn. You're just starting, Yusuke.
[ As little as Yusuke moves, he does seem to strike a chord deep within Ren that makes him shudder around his cock, a harsh groan filling the bedroom as the hand in Yusuke's hair tightens. ]
And big. God I'm not gonna last long...
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[ His shoulders, his hair, whatever. He's already squeezing the life out of him through his dick, might as well finish the job. As unused to this as Ren is, Yusuke's even more so, never having done this at all, or much of anything else until he got home just a little while ago. Oddly enough, if it weren't for Akechi this probably wouldn't be happening, and he definitely wouldn't get to last long enough to fuck him properly.
After his first few experimental thrusts, slow out of necessity, Yusuke settles into a rhythm that's slow because he likes it. He would hate to get so caught up in the throes of pleasure that he can't see Ren's face, watch eyes screw shut or blow wide to gaze back at him. That, and...he's not sure he can handle anything more intense than this. ]
It's alright. Come when you please, my love.
[ He shifts, angling upwards as he sinks into Ren again, and sits up enough to push his messy hair out of his face, letting it plaster against his forehead with the building sweat. The adjustment reveals the scar above his eyebrow - nothing Ren doesn't know about, but typically something Yusuke is incredibly careful not to show, from the way he wears his hair to the hoods he's so fond of, even at the beach. Whether he doesn't notice or doesn't care that it's visible just speaks to how lost he is in this, how small his entire world has suddenly become. Just Ren, nothing else. ]
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[ Hang on.
Ren's brain is understandably a wee bit occupied with being blown (though that started as one kind and is now another kind), so it takes a few seconds to catch up to the present and when it does he no longer has the luxury of being able to hide his face. His skin prickles hot all over and thankfully he's already saved himself the trouble of turning red during the natural course of getting fucked because Ren doesn't know if he could take it being known that Ren Amamiya is a complete sap whose heart goes all gooey for point-blank declarations of love.
He writhes on Yusuke's dick, grinding down as best he can to wring every last bit of pleasure out of Yusuke. This was already special, a huge step for their budding relationship, and though he knows going back home means losing their memories of this place the way Ren locks eyes is like he's trying to remember this moment - divorced from time, from reason, locking away the knowledge that at some point in some space, someone loved him and it quietly meant the world to him.
Then he breaks into a smile, a short and probably goofy laugh in between gasps before Ren lets go of his hair and gives a light push to the artist's dumb face. ]
You really say whatever is on your mind. It's cute.
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No secrets from you. I love you.
[ He'd daydreamed of saying so more coherently instead of breathing it into Ren's face while he's squirming around Yusuke's dick, but this works. He seals it with a kiss, and takes one of Ren's hands from his face so he can weave their fingers together and pin it down to the bed. As long as Ren doesn't wiggle from his grip, it'll be just enough to hold him up so he can snake his other hand between them to stroke him off.
After his confession, he picks up the pace, he's not rough, but he wants to know what his lover's reaction will be to moving a little bit faster...that, and he's not sure he can go much longer. Better make it count. ]
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It isn't even that it's the best that Ren has had - he doesn't make a habit of comparing and contrasting because of the low, creeping discomfort he has with the idea by itself. But for someone like him that rarely does more than the required quota, when he does it looks a lot like this, it feels a lot more like this where his chest is full to bursting and Ren can't seem to get close enough to his partner despite struggling to lever himself up and wrap his legs tight around Yusuke's lithe waist. It does wonders for the angle and leads to the real moment Ren tumbles headfirst into a wellspring of pleasure, a hoarse half-shout bursting out of him when Yusuke decides to have mercy and god it comes back on Ren quickly. He's just as turned on as when he was buried to the hilt in Yusuke's throat.
Now there is no more precipice to draw back from because the ground is crumbling beneath his feet, clutching Yusuke tightly to him, down onto his cock, unable to look away as Yusuke finally fucks the orgasm out of him in a great wrenching wave. It's indecent, it's ugly how Ren floods the space between them, making a mess of his dear artist, but Yusuke is so deep in him that he doesn't care about anything but Yusuke's eyes on him, making him his in all the ways that mattered. ]
C'mon. I've got you.
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It's the way that Ren clings to him that has him following soon after. He's being sucked inside by the quaking of his body and kept there by the legs behind his ass pulling him closer, no escape but to fuck him through it and find his pleasure at the end. The condom keeps his own release contained, but there's no mistaking the shudder and guttural groan that slips from him unrestrained, if he'd held himself back before they'd gotten truly intimate, he isn't now. After that the thrusting slows, and eventually come to a stop, but Yusuke is still on top of him, his face buried in the sheet right next to Ren and panting in his ear. ]
Beautiful...
[ In his post-orgasmic bliss, he comes to just repeating that every time he catches a breath, muttering against his lover's skin so he can never forget how much he means to him or how deep his feelings go. He could keep going until he falls asleep with the condom still on, but he summons all the function left in his body to roll over, and wipe at the cum spattered on his stomach with a finger. He puts it in his mouth, and it's not a sexy display for Ren's benefit at all - just an experiment for his own sake. ]
How are you feeling?
[ Is he supposed to do something? Clean up? Someone in a seminar spoke of taking care of the person on bottom after the fact, but he's still too hazy to recall. ]